Submissions by Edhamill
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
hey I'm fairly new to submitting poetry online but i am experienced in writing on a wide variety of subjects.
DARK POEM
Published
13th Feb 2012 10:23am
13th Feb 2012 10:23am
Oh lawd
I was born to love a man
to have him touch my heart
but after time we grew apart
our opinions were just too different
i didn't give up hope
but it didn't help
having his ideals shoved down my throat
but now its time to defraud you
my loving
caring
fragile
powerful
god...
to have him touch my heart
but after time we grew apart
our opinions were just too different
i didn't give up hope
but it didn't help
having his ideals shoved down my throat
but now its time to defraud you
my loving
caring
fragile
powerful
god...
606 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
1st Feb 2012 10:00am
1st Feb 2012 10:00am
Happiness
What is the point to sadness
if there is no happiness to combat it?
Just like there are no rainbows,
without rain.
Or there is no euphoria,
without pain.
if there is no happiness to combat it?
Just like there are no rainbows,
without rain.
Or there is no euphoria,
without pain.
648 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
30th Jan 2012 10:53am
30th Jan 2012 10:53am
lacking
Come and seek me
in the darkness ill wait
indestructible
with no memories to care
with no purpose so gentle
to care
only one mission
destroy all but one...
me...
I am a killing beast
missions of war are my priority
to kill everyone
but me...
Crimson curtain and walls
all are quiet.
resting, not a sound
only my breath, heartless
nothing more
but heartless...
This is a tragic story of one so cold and lone.
how can someone be so, heatless...
in the darkness ill wait
indestructible
with no memories to care
with no purpose so gentle
to care
only one mission
destroy all but one...
me...
I am a killing beast
missions of war are my priority
to kill everyone
but me...
Crimson curtain and walls
all are quiet.
resting, not a sound
only my breath, heartless
nothing more
but heartless...
This is a tragic story of one so cold and lone.
how can someone be so, heatless...
771 reads
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ANGER POEM
Published
29th Jan 2012 10:43am
29th Jan 2012 10:43am
Brutality
I lay in the ally
after being abused
by the man in the red, white and blue.
I try to stand
but i cannot alas
my leg is broken
it needs a cast.
Who did this you say
I'll help you you say
But revenge is a dish
that is best served grey.
Who did it you yell
I'll send them to hell.
but you can't I chant.
The man who has done this
protected by the law.
POLICE I spit,
through gritted teeth
I begin to seethe.
Not a thing to be done
to the pig with a gun.
So i shun the law enforcement.
after being abused
by the man in the red, white and blue.
I try to stand
but i cannot alas
my leg is broken
it needs a cast.
Who did this you say
I'll help you you say
But revenge is a dish
that is best served grey.
Who did it you yell
I'll send them to hell.
but you can't I chant.
The man who has done this
protected by the law.
POLICE I spit,
through gritted teeth
I begin to seethe.
Not a thing to be done
to the pig with a gun.
So i shun the law enforcement.
738 reads
3 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
29th Jan 2012 10:18am
29th Jan 2012 10:18am
They say its a game
They say its a game
the game of names
a list of one night stands.
Man after man after man
but where do you stand,
when you have consumed all there is?
Back to another round?
Back to the missed?
The truth is, there are no rules.
To use, to abuse, to consume.
Where you draw your pleasure.
it will be someones pain.
But hold your head high
and continue to lie.
To win at this game,
this game of shameful pain.
the game of names
a list of one night stands.
Man after man after man
but where do you stand,
when you have consumed all there is?
Back to another round?
Back to the missed?
The truth is, there are no rules.
To use, to abuse, to consume.
Where you draw your pleasure.
it will be someones pain.
But hold your head high
and continue to lie.
To win at this game,
this game of shameful pain.
722 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
29th Jan 2012 1:13am
29th Jan 2012 1:13am
More like a Quote
You can either be a king or a street sweeper
but in the end, everyone dances with the reaper.
but in the end, everyone dances with the reaper.
550 reads
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DARK POEM
Published
29th Jan 2012 1:10am
29th Jan 2012 1:10am
Maybe...
Blood of innocence
split on the footpath
on the road to whats right.
But maybe tonight
things will change
maybe tonight,
I'll suppress the rage
that makes me estranged
But probably not..
split on the footpath
on the road to whats right.
But maybe tonight
things will change
maybe tonight,
I'll suppress the rage
that makes me estranged
But probably not..
770 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
28th Jan 2012 1:09am
28th Jan 2012 1:09am
collaboration
(Maddison)
They say love is a game
and that love is pain
so, conflicting pain must be the game.
To wound to make vulnerable
for this makes it more tolerable.
To win this game you must cheat,
to strike when your opponent is weak.
when fresh love and thirst
for one another is lost.
it comes at a tremendous cost,
for this person you claim to adore
clearly you love no more.
It has become a competition
of who has the best front
and the least heart.
Like finding a knife in the dark
To stab the curious eye
or...
They say love is a game
and that love is pain
so, conflicting pain must be the game.
To wound to make vulnerable
for this makes it more tolerable.
To win this game you must cheat,
to strike when your opponent is weak.
when fresh love and thirst
for one another is lost.
it comes at a tremendous cost,
for this person you claim to adore
clearly you love no more.
It has become a competition
of who has the best front
and the least heart.
Like finding a knife in the dark
To stab the curious eye
or...
561 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
28th Jan 2012 00:52am
28th Jan 2012 00:52am
Heartless
A tear slips unchecked
threatening to disturb the rest
Unknown you are to the pain
that has become a hollow ache inside my chest...
threatening to disturb the rest
Unknown you are to the pain
that has become a hollow ache inside my chest...
683 reads
1 Comment
LOVE POEM
Published
27th Jan 2012 10:28am
27th Jan 2012 10:28am
what is it?
love, what is love?
to have lost, to have found
to chase someone around?
love is the feeling you get
when you find someone
you know you will never forget
its when you let someone slice out your heart
and keep it for themselves
not when you take someones innocence
and keep it on a shelf
love is when you find someone
who takes you in and cares for you
and they prey to god you care for them too.
to have lost, to have found
to chase someone around?
love is the feeling you get
when you find someone
you know you will never forget
its when you let someone slice out your heart
and keep it for themselves
not when you take someones innocence
and keep it on a shelf
love is when you find someone
who takes you in and cares for you
and they prey to god you care for them too.
580 reads
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